The Italians: Alessandro, Luca & Dizo: Alessandro's Prize / In a Storm of Scandal / Italian Groom, Princess Bride. Rebecca Winters
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With determination she turned from the window and began unpacking.
It didn’t take long, and afterwards she made a few changes, aligning a sofa to a more comfortable angle, sorting through kitchen cupboards and, importantly, making a list of food she needed to purchase.
It was late when she finally slid into bed.
Tomorrow she intended shopping for personal touches to make the apartment more her, and she fell asleep halfway through picturing various images in her mind … an ornament she’d sighted in a shop window, an alarm clock, and a large colourful cushion that would be perfect.
The next few days passed in a blur of shopping and exploring at will, adding touches to the apartment, changing a few things to her taste.
The Charity Gala meant dress-up time, and Lily viewed her gown’s sheer style in pale shades of pink, blue and lavender silk chiffon with a pleased eye, for it flattered her slender curves and fell in a soft swirl at her ankles. A delicate wrap in matching silk chiffon added a finishing touch, and lavender stilettos completed the outfit.
A timeless design she’d fallen in love with at first sight,
and, as Sophia had assured, perfect to wear to the fundraising gala scheduled for this evening.
In five minutes the in-house phone would ring heralding Sophia and Carlo’s arrival, and Lily used the time to run a last-minute check of her hair and make-up. She was good to go.
Right on cue, the phone pealed, she caught up her purse and took the lift down to the lobby. The doors slid apart to reveal Alessandro standing a few feet distant looking, she saw at a glance, far too ruggedly attractive for any woman’s peace of mind.
Especially her own.
Attired in a black evening suit that had to be tailored specifically to mould his breadth of shoulder and hard-muscled frame, white linen and black bow tie, he resembled a photographic male model.
Yet no photograph could reveal the element of arresting power he exuded, or the primitive sensuality that was his alone.
Dangerous … a hungry lover capable of driving a woman beyond reason.
Dear Lord in heaven … where had that come from?
Smile, Lily bade as she sought to control her wayward imagination. Step forward … speak!
‘Hi,’ she managed with measured politeness. ‘I expected to see Sophia and Carlo.’
Did she glimpse a faint gleam of humour in his dark eyes before it was quickly masked?
‘Carlo is delivering Sophia directly to the venue.’
‘And sent you in his stead. It’s very kind of you.’
One eyebrow lifted a little. ‘So polite, Lily?’
‘I was aiming for gracious.’
His husky laugh sent the blood coursing through her veins, and she deliberately widened her eyes.
‘I guess I failed.’
‘Miserably,’ Alessandro agreed as he indicated his car parked immediately adjacent the entrance. ‘Shall we
leave?’
It was, Lily accorded with a masked degree of awe, an incredible gathering of guests as she entered the large historic venue at Alessandro’s side.
Beautifully restored splendour lent a timeless aura to a modern event. Genuine artworks graced the expansive foyer, while the huge ballroom bore exquisite sconces, suspended chandeliers gave the illusion of light, enhanced by cleverly concealed electric bulbs to provide added illumination.
There had been several occasions when she’d attended charity fund-raiser events with her parents, but nothing on the scale of this evening’s affair.
Refined elegance seemed a perfect description, and it didn’t take much imagination to reflect on a former era of fashionable balls with members of the Italian and foreign royalty in attendance.
‘This place is really something,’ Lily said quietly, and incurred Alessandro’s musing look.
‘It appeals to you?’
‘How could it not?’
‘Alessandro. Caro.’
It wasn’t the two words so much, but the cadence in the feminine voice which uttered them. Seductive didn’t quite cover it, Lily decided as she turned slightly to see if the voice matched the woman.
Oh, my. In spades … and then some.
For even to the most jaundiced eye, the woman who moved to Alessandro’s side was a vision of perfection from her raven black wavy hair to the tips of her shoes. Beautiful facial features cleverly accented with skilfully applied cosmetics, gleaming dark, almost black, eyes, and a figure to die for clothed in what had to be a designer original. The right touch with jewellery, expensive but not ostentatious.
Definitely the wow factor.
‘Giarda.’ Alessandro’s greeting held warm affection and Lily offered a polite smile, only to freeze as he curved an arm around her waist. ‘I’d like you to meet Liliana.’
Not Lily, Sophia’s niece, just … Liliana, And why did her birth name sound so sexy as it fell from his lips?
‘Giarda is married to one of my business colleagues,’ he explained, and Giarda offered a light laugh.
‘Alessandro and my husband vied with each other for me.’ Her eyes twinkled with mischief. ‘Massimo won.’
‘How … nice.’ What else could she say?
‘For me, yes. Not so for Alessandro.’
‘I’m sure he recovered,’ Lily managed with a touch of humour, and Giarda inclined her head.
‘Of course,’ Giarda acknowledged with a warm smile. ‘We remain the best of friends.’ She turned towards Alessandro. ‘It pleases me to see you attached to such a charming young woman. You must bring Lily to dinner. I will be in touch to determine a mutually suitable evening.’
‘Thank you.’
Lily waited until Giarda was out of earshot before facing him. ‘I am not your young woman.’
‘You left out charming.’
‘Then there’s the touchy-feely thing.’ Her eyes flashed. ‘I refuse to act as arm candy.’
He regarded her with interest. ‘You imagine I would use you as such?’
‘Oh, please.’
‘So unsure of your appeal, Lily?’ Alessandro queried gently.
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